Dead on arrival
They speak alot
Their mouths never stop talking
I wonder what they have again
To say now
Worst of all how do they still manage
To continue talking to us
When their actions speak louder
Than their words
So is not new any more
That before they get to us
Is clear and obvious that their idealogy is
Dead on arrival
Dead on arrival
They love change
Always they love to change this
And change that
They claim to be the chosen ones
The ones with the true visionary
To continue changing what is at
Their own interest
Never for our growth
This stories never end
In the third world countries
It keep repeating tenor after tenor
Season after season
Time after time
They always pass the ball around
And keep keeping their deciet alive
At the cost of our lives
At the expense of our future
At the devaluation of our worth
So is not new any more
Of who they are before
They get to us their ideologies
Are already
Dead on arrival
Form: Epic
COVID - NINETEEN
The venomous virus Covid- Nineteen
demanding social distancing, isolation,
even if needed sometimes quarantine
as measure of compulsive precaution.
Now to face stagnant standstill static state.
Vivacious virus, scary spectral
menacing infections all over states
creating severe sufferings, sometimes fatal.
Shock of sudden demise not to endure.
Not permitted natural cremation.
Jab not fool proof, no surety to cure.
Precious lives going on devaluation.
How to tackle virulent virus?
Always on mutation in its status.
06/29/21
'Cerona Virus( COVID 19 )
Contest by Robert James Logouri
Form: Sonnet
Am heartless
They said I changed
Yes I did
Cos I can't be same
In an insane world
I have walked a long way
Till now I still can see
The stones unturned
I still can feel the pains
I never inflicted
I still can hear the cries
Of the innocent
I still see the flames
Of war
I still recognise same
Brutality
So I wonder why life
Must be this obvious
Yet ignored
I live by my spirit
Deep down am sensitive
And that is an inspiration
Instead of devaluation
On this source
Am heartless
Form: Epic
God, save us,
For It is making me nervous
Our determined rejection of the natural
And monstrous neglect of the cultural…
Our decision to be patrolling with the falsest hair,
Judging it honestly fair:
With a corrupted skin bounding round,
Believing this to be sound;
A sight sometimes pricking like a pin,
When the actor is my next of kin!
Few men and fewer women
Never venturing out without perfuming
In decent language or indecent pidgin.
At a non-wearer fuming!
Artificiality is a visiting of villages
Only once a year
And urges for ultra-modern images
Far and near;
Also, Breast milk’s silly exposure to sledge hammer
And devaluation in Good Grammar
By lactating but reluctant mothers
And she who now scantily bothers.
Form: Rhyme
I'm not looking good
as if we could know what happiness is
from the grey area
in dream
fairness is a cancer
of the float
so stop
don't judge your dreams
because you only see them in half
or neither
the feeling of devaluation
towards myself or my own achievements
strong feelings of fear
culpability
uncertainty
frustration
guilt or annoyance
change the position of the dream
and we will see
only the trace left on the sand
when he slides his body into a free zone
talk to me, thank you
I appreciate
Form: Lyric
lost interest
ignorance is popular
yet difficult in
our observation
it has become
a way of life
our generation culture
what matters sim
not important
because the world
needs to grow
yet our growth
devalue more than
it values
who is deceiving
who today in our
smart technology world
are we about to hit
another downfall
of no reparation
what will finally be
our reputation
to the next generation
will be a world
robot value
verses the human devaluation
sometimes I think
by myself
seeing the world
in our modern time
I just can't understand
why the rush
despite I know
is all about control
especially when power
is more important than
humanity then Instead
of trust or royalty to
selfish interest I just
lost interest
Form: Epic
we are here
when you started
we were here
when you were poor
and just a child
we feed you
cos we gave you life
when you were in the
wilderness
we rescued you to human
yet you stab the hands
they gave you light
you turned their favour
to devaluation
you killed the life
they gave you
thinking you are intelligent
yet despite all you do
we never vanish
we fight back with nature
I bet you artificial can
Never over take nature
meaning at your end
we will still exist
so when you will
fade away still
we are here
Form: Epic
every baby born naked
the great was born naked
the president was once a baby
the preacher man was born naked
even the prophets were once a
baby
the rich was born naked
even the politicians were once
a baby
the doctor was born naked
even the nurses was once a baby
the teacher was born naked
even the professor was once a baby
the poor was born naked
even the celebrities were once a baby
if we all were born naked
and if everyone were once
a baby
so were cometh this knowledge
of division in devaluation
the division of humans
by race by countries
by development
by ideology
by education
by civilisation
if everyone was born naked
then no one is a landlord
no one is greater or better
we only can transform
as we grow by time
so in all dignity of life
we are a reflection to
each other
we can only learn
the to push up humanity
with the varieties of creativity
or
die in isolation for nothing
and be go naked like
every baby born naked
Form: Epic
humans of the 21st century
has failed nature
humans of the 21st century
has failed humanity
humans of the 21st century
has placed hate over love
humans of the 21st century
only knows history
but repeat same
history events of shames
to flitter our ego
humans of the 21st century
we never learn from
one history ugly event
and make it better to our
benefit with change
human of 21st century
what will be our legacy
what will our history say
what will be our lessons
of moral values
to the next
coming generation
I keep asking?????
will it be wars
will it be isolation
will it be ignorance
will it still be racism
will it still be tribalism
will it be corruption
will it be devaluation
will it be intimidation
will it be humans division
will it be a sad history
I keep asking the
humans of the 21st century
?????
Form: Epic
the voice of the voiceless
there is a brave voice
in the midst of the
silent ones
he bleed with the
words of truth
and create confusion
in the midst of lie's
he always stand
at the front line
and lead his people
to the light of hope
their is a brave voice
in the midst of cowards
this voice scares
corrupt men in power
a voice of God
this voice shines
like the sun
brave more like a lion
fearless like a God
their is a voice
in the countryside
where gangs
are the master of
the game of devaluation
this voice brings
joy to the poor
while it expose the
wicked
a voice so strong
with the power
of change
is the voice of God
spoken only by
truthful brave humans
Form: Epic
The way..' Which way? Shown them; us.. One life.'
In a world containing many angles.
Having doubt as downtime probes in' faces observe,
Backs hold awareness yet in turning; still.' A Simile of watching is'
Despite my protests I must so re-visit, gather of broken desires
Of intention within, around I survey, listening to the disquiet of souls..
As my mind ponders.. Love, It alone makes sense, not a tawdry love.'
Not a copy love; pressed on us by media, neither love of slander again
A promoted devaluation.'
A way exists.' not manufactured from the foibles of human emotion..
Neither an offshoot from its scheming; or the wellspring of deceit,
Open as eternity, to those who truly seek; call out now in the tumult'
Or silence, before the grave is opened.. That shadow of a 'black hole'
Hell has its mirror image, do not be fooled.' Yet the creator has made redemption'
All exists..' The good and the evil, 'look' I lay a blessing and a curse before you'
Choose that which you desire.!
Form: Narrative
Our lives are consumed
With vice and pleasure
Self-absorbed with blinders
And avarice for treasure
The majority indifferent
To the plight of our parents
Or the generation before them
With their disciplined adherence
As medical technology
Prolongs our existence
A materialistic generation
Promotes political resistance
The diseases and conditions
Previously unnamed
Now have an aging
population restrained
Disadvantaged and exploited
They simply try to survive
While the rest of us carelessly
Go on with our lives
No opportunities to acquire
The means to sustain
Plus devaluation of the dollar
Leave them hungry and lame
They face the future like the past
Proud and undaunted
Their only dream left
Is to feel needed and wanted
October 16 2016
Form: Rhyme
untainted yet unfiltered
unrefined and unpolished
retry or repeat
replay and rethink
non-disclosure agreements maintain non-abrasive relations
non-adhesive and non-adjacent
pre-approved with pre-attained knowledge
preceding and preconceived
pre-you and pre-me
post-op after post-apocalypse
post-exposure and post-devaluation
anti-image mingled anti-ego
semi-coherent and semi-caring
over-bearing and under-delivering
sub-human in trans-consciousness
hyper-sensitive before hyper-aggressive
hyper-alert and hyper-aware
out-gunned or out-played
who cares
Why is there this
un-clear re-defining
of a
non-differential pre-ordained
post-humous anti-progressive
semi-important over-emphasized
under-developed sub-genius
trans-race hyper-complex
out-landish ever-changing
Societal "Norm"
Be-you, and let me, be-me.
Form: Free verse
I am good
but I would disintegrate everything
around me
so that from the terrestrial globe
only a speck would remain
I am intellectual
but I would gather in a trash bag
all the useless words
my poems created
I was born marked
but in a high flag
I will hang all the world banners
till only one remains
I know I loaned my body
paying interests
and daily devaluation
but quietly
I give it back
Form: Free verse
Poet your voice chants in the corridors
of milieu ideas and constant change.
Like trickling waters it smoothes the soul
making us whole.
In the desert, words become the cup that pours
sweet wine for us to toast.
Binding the imagery and visual,
feast to post upon my heart.
Devaluation of life now forged in
the cavities of our memories.
Journey poet and bring to us the
words that move the light into
darkness.
Separates the skies from the winds
fierce eyes, part the sands and build
fortresses of trellis and mount the
great walls..
Many may try to stop your path
and many may
block your way.
But in the end,
it is your words that echo in the
corridors.
Your reflection from the voice,
silence is not enough to stop
the voice that opens the doors
to silent corridors.
Form: Free verse
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